Friday, February 7, 2014

The Harbor Whore, 2014 edition

Welp, I got yanked off my own tub and placed on another to cover for an injured tankerman. The barge I'm working is our out-and-out busiest in New York, so they needed someone who knows the work. My replacement, the guy covering for me, is our eldest tankerman. Father Time is a kindly elderly gentleman who is a famous grazer and I'm pretty sure was an AB on the Ark with Noah. He is able to satisfy the Coast Guard's legal crewing requirements, and, as I recall from working with him before, makes people want to work harder, and the dude's a senior citizen and shouldn't be killing himself. So I can't complain too much. I'm inconvenienced by being here, but then again, so is my watch partner at HAWSEPIPER's Afloat Global HQ/Senior Center.

About Me

I am Paul B, and I spend most of my life at sea. Ships, Science, the life of a mariner, biology and (mostly) true stories of life among the best and the worst people in the world, the United States Merchant Marines. You'll find it here, maybe. You'll definitely find rants, raves and discussion on life aboard a merchant ship. Come back and see the Brazilian girls, too, who show up fairly regularly.